forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed

Started June 26, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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Paige woke up with a start, Odette's letter crunched in her fist. How long has she been asleep? She pushed herself up and walked into the (room where everyone else is).

(Ha ha… nailed it. 👌👍)

Lol) river looked up and saw someone walk in

Paige hung back and stayed near the outside of the room. She was going to die, she didn't need more connections to make it worse. Losing Odette was enough.

“Morning,” John mumbled quietly. It’d probably been a rough night for everyone.

"Hi," Paige whispered. The word snagged in her throat, making it sound much more forced than she wanted it to.

"Good morning," Enzo greeted softly. He spoke carefully, unsure of what to say.

"Morning." Paige fingered her pocket subconsciously, where Odette's letter was. I forgive you. repeated itself over and over in her head.

Xander has not been able to sleep at all, but he could hear the others stirring outside where he slept. He got up, horribly tired, but shockingly awake. Xander was self-conscious about the fact that no one was taking the situation as hard as he was, at least not outwardly.

Paige didn't eat anything. Her mouth was dry and her lips were cracked. How long had it been since she last had water?

John's eyes slowly started to close again but then a thought crossed his mind and he jerked awake, "How long until the next vote?" John blinked. How long had it been since the last vote? He pinched his forehead.

"2 days," Paige replied. I have two days to live.

John shook his head at himself, "I don’t like not having a clock," He muttered.

"I thought there was only one day left before the vote," Enzo said softly, glancing at the blank, cracked TV screen. "There's no way to tell."

"It said approximately two days and that was last night," Paige said softly. Less. I have less than two days to live.

(Let's go with that)

As Enzo was in the kitchen, gathering bowls of cereal for him and Lixi, he heard a few gasps. He turned and headed back into the lounge, his teeth clenching at what he saw. The screen had lit up again. "NEXT VOTE," it read, "ONE HOUR." His head immediately began to spin. Had it somehow been two days since the last vote? It couldn't have been, right? There hadn't even been enough time to grieve Odette. "No," he whispered.

John paused from eating a handful of cereal when he saw the screen. The food became ash in his mouth. Was he just supposed to drone on like this, waiting to be voted? They only had an hour. Gosh, he prayed his name wouldn’t show up when that time came. He couldn’t help but glance at Paige, remembering she wanted after Odette died.

Paige kept her face placid. She wouldn't vote, and the couldn't make her. It was that simple. She wanted to die.